Текст песни Юрий Шевчук ДДТ - Пустота

Emptiness.

On burning sidewalks, in crowded subways,
In the spirits and fumes stunned inside,
Where mirrored showcases - added heaven
On rotten street scraps
Through strangled souls, banks, boutiques,
Game people, sushi people, darkness and lighthouses,
Running through the caves, esophagus stomach
Behind the glittering chimera ....

In the mortal bustle of the streets - metastasis
The collective unconsciousness of the masses,
Where at the point of pleasure - erogenous places
Squeezed exactly every night.
At the sacred cows in the red corners,
What eat the grass in the telebrains,
Where atheists at party congregations praise Christ,
But in the turtles of the porch ....

In the endless rumble, the dark age of machines,
In metal boxes ....... headlights and tires
And steroid autumn in the cry of a drunken cop,
On the hoods, blood and leaves ...
In the black holes of nude restaurants,
In goat faunas, with coprophytes on the menu,
Through flashing lights, photoblinds, where the bustle swirls,
Your faces are coming ....

You crawl into me -
Pulls into the abyss of your eyes,
I become you, you become me,
And the names burn and turn into gas.
And, stepping into nothing,
And, having appeared in anywhere,
Where there is nothing, from everything is pure,
You sing your songs to a dead star,
While I, disappearing, burned accounts ...

And the crowds disappeared
What swayed on this wave
Kneeling, they prayed to her, -
I became a part of them, they are a hole in me.

In the void - no evil, no boundaries
And again my mind is naked,
Seeing a string of faces ....
I'm ready, I'm a golden prick.